The moment Iowyn left, the silence crashed down on me like a physical weight. I stood in the center of this alien palace room, heart pounding in my chest.
"Well, Luna," I whispered, "definitely not in Kansas anymore."
Might as well explore our cage, Luna replied, her presence in my mind darkly amused.
I stalked across the impossibly vast chamber, my footsteps swallowed by plush rugs that shifted colors beneath my feet. The star-painted ceiling actually twinkled overhead, constellations I'd never seen before moving in slow, hypnotic patterns.
Through the first archway, I discovered a closet larger than my entire bedroom back at the pack house. Gowns made of fabric that rippled like liquid starlight hung beside cloaks woven from actual shadows. I ran my fingers over a dress that felt lik
